They tell you to stop. They don't need to hold your hands down, it's so forceful. You need to stand there, perfectly still, hands glued to your side Until your hands are deemed to have been still long enough.
A movement begins. And again you must stop. And stand there until the release word is given.
Attempting to learn. But no, a stop. No movements allowed. Stand there, motionless.
They don't need to hold your hands down. Instead they take everything away, Unless there's an immediate reply to the "Calm Body" Forcing you back to that stand, no movements aloud. But they don't touch you. Because they don't need to.
Calm That's what it is to them When we remove all recognition of who you are.
Calm Body That's what it's called A body which can pass, it not mattering what else is going on.
Calm Body, In the middle of lesson, Not mattering the disruptions. Or whether it's harder to learn.
Calm Body, In the middle of lunch, When it is supposed to be free time.
Calm Body, To remind you your body isn't yours. And school is a place of teaching compliance, not of teaching academics.
Calm Body, Because that's all it matters to learn. How to stand perfectly still. Hands to your side. Not able to move an inch.
They don't need to touch you, They already have control.